To be honest, to be able to fight to this point, Huang Quan has tried his best.

The level is just too low.

If you have already risen to the third level and have been promoted to the 70th level, it may be much easier to fight.

Unfortunately, it's only level 40.

Give up?

Huang Quan was unwilling.

And not just because of the huge rewards of Clan Tournament.

What's more, the quest to destroy all maps, including the Clan Championship maps.

If it can't be completely destroyed this time, then it will have to wait a month for the next Clan Championship to begin.

One month?

It's too long!

I can only try to fight for it.

Time, arrived.

The third round of matchmaking, begins.

Although the unspoken rule of this round of matching is that the strength is equal, however, in the entire world of "Warfire", there is really no second such one-man legion.

The Four Elephants Legion?

Nope.

After losing two games in a row, the Four Elephants Legion has been completely kicked out of the game sequence, and this improvised legion has also been disbanded.

It's not just the Four Elephants Army.

The temporary legion that Zhang San joined also lost two games in a row and was forcibly disbanded.

In other words, at this moment, the only way for Huangquan to enter the Legion Championship competition venue is Niu Er's Niu B Legion and Qin Da's Assassin Legion.

The Assassin Legion played against the Mad Demon Legion, and the old enemies collided on the wasteland map, and this collision was obviously a volcano hitting the earth.

The opponent matched by the Niu B Legion is a temporary legion of more than 200 people - the King of the World Legion, the name is very domineering, and the strength is also good, and it can win two games in a row with a temporary legion, which must not be underestimated.

As for the map.

"Huh?"

Seeing the random map, Huang Quan was stunned.

It's not another map.

It's the map that I randomly found in the last game against the Martial Alliance Legion, a map that has been destroyed by the power of destruction - the Underground Cave.

"Isn't this map destroyed? Why is it still happening? ”

"Didn't you destroy it clean?"

"Damn, why did you forget the magma river!"

The light destroyed the ground on both sides, but the magma river was forgotten, and therefore, the map of the underground karst cave was not completely destroyed, and it did not disappear completely.

Thereupon.

There is a one-in-seven probability that they will be bumped into by the Niu B Legion and the King of the World Legion.

Now it's a lot of fun.

", do you want me to jump into the magma river to destroy the map?"

With a radius of 32 meters, unless it is an underground cave with a random minimum area, if you want to destroy the magma river, you can only jump into it.

But.

Jump in?

That's a magma river, and it's a third-order map, even if Huangquan has 50,000 blood, it won't be able to struggle for long if you fall into it, let alone destroy it.

"Wipe, how can there be such a map of the pit daddy."

Huang Quan, very distressed.

But.

With a change of mind, Huangquan turned from sadness to joy.

"Wait! This map is great! Why did you forget about this stubble! ”

Countdown, over.

First used Qin Da's identity to go to the wasteland map and marked the seat.

Then.

Returning to the Yellow Spring of the Corpse King Palace, he did not rush into the underground cave map, but waited there, waiting for the 30-second countdown to decrease second by second.

He is here to roam well, and the players of the King World Legion will vomit blood.

"Damn, what are you doing, how can this map hurt?"

"Fool, did you fall into the lava?"

"Magma, your sister, Lao Tzu is standing on the ground, dizzy, you are also hurt!"

"Huh? Ahh ”

"Add blood, wise man, hurry up and help add blood!"

"Fake, what the hell is this map, standing on the ground for Mao will also be hurt!"

With this burst of exclamations.

“-700！”

“-700！”

“-700！”

……

Every second, a thousand of the same damage numbers pop up.

This injury caught the king's world legion off guard.

Add blood?

There aren't that many wise men at all!

You must know that because the wise man has a great advantage in the early stage, the result is that the strength of the wise man is generally higher than that of other professions, and it also indirectly leads to those old legions who especially like to recruit the wise.

There are more old legions, and there are naturally fewer idle wise men, and the number of wise men in these temporary legions that have just been formed is naturally not much.

In this way, if you are suddenly attacked by the power of destruction, you will still have a high damage of 700 points per second, or all of them will be damaged, even if you exhaust all the dozens of wise men of the King Legion, you can't add it.

"Drugs,, you guys are drugs!"

"Don't just wait for us to add blood, the energy value is insufficient!"

"I take drugs by myself, and I have to add blood to myself!"

"Bastard, what a garbage map!"

Can't add it.

You can only take drugs on your own.

Fortunately, this is a clan tournament, and everyone's backpack has a lot of medicines in it, especially the purple bottle that can restore a lot of health in an instant, which is a must-have.

Drugs!

Brush the drug!

Those thin-blooded occupations have finally survived this first wave of dangerous periods.

"There are 20 seconds left, everyone hold on!"

"That bastard on the other side obviously doesn't want to come in, as long as we can last these 20 seconds, the victory will be ours!"

"Fortunately, this is a clan tournament, and there is no death penalty for death, otherwise, this time it would be a big loss."

"Who's to say it's not, the big guy must hold on!"

Hold on?

It's not that easy.

700 points of damage per second, 10 seconds is 7000 points, 30 seconds is 20,000 points.

The damage of 20,000 may not be anything for those with strong blood, but for those with thin blood and sensitivity, it is enough to kill them, and they are enough to take two lives.

Thereupon.

After the first little purple bottle was swallowed, before the minute of cooling of the small purple bottle was over, these crispy and thin-blooded occupations were endangered again.

"Ask for more blood, I'm going to die!"

"Woo woo, it's so embarrassing to die!"

"Forget it, don't struggle, we'll win anyway."

"5 seconds left, come on!"

4 seconds.

3 seconds.

2 seconds.

Seeing that the countdown is about to end.

Seeing that this game is about to be won.

Unexpectedly.

Swish!

A white light suddenly lit up on the other side of the magma river.

Niu Er, come in.

"Damn, bastard, you came in at the last second!"

"Madan, this map must be the ghost of this guy, it must be him!"

"Bastard, you dare to play tricks with us, rush, torture him to death!"

"Kill!"

The victory in hand was gone.

A large number of people were killed by this map.

The players of the king roared angrily, and charged along the stone bridge towards the opposite bank, wanting to kill this despicable and shameless fellow.

Charge?

Roar!

A demon, out of nowhere.

The next moment.

Sou!

The demon, flying, flew over the magma river, flew to the other side of the river.

"Not good!"

"it!"

"Be careful!"

"Nima!"

It's useless to be careful.

Rumble!

The demon landed, and a violent shockwave swept around.

Under the erosion of the power of destruction for 30 seconds, the players in the world of kings, except for the wise man who is still full of blood, the players of other professions have already lost blood.

At this moment, being blasted by this violent shockwave, and then chopped by the big blade with a splashing effect of the demon, how could he still bear it, and fell to the ground in a loud voice.

Charge?

It's a fart!

If you can escape from the demon's attack, you can even burn high incense.